Love Dogs... A Novel Story: My technique in finding dogs

By Lori Hamilton

There are always many choices in reading material. I could say, read this book if you love dogs. 

Yes, It's a dog story. Several dogs. Mostly my dogs, but it's also about the adventure, the exciting emotional and totally satisfying experience of having a dog as your best friend. You could say it's God's gift to humans allo

• Language: English
• Publisher: Gotham Books
• Release date: Nov 22, 2023
• ISBN: 9798887755793

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LOVE DOGS…

A Novel Story

By

Lori Hamilton

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Published by Gotham Books (November 22, 2023)

ISBN: 979-8-88775-578-6 (P)

ISBN: 979-8-88775-579-3 (E)

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CHAPTER ONE

Highway Dog-napping starring JimBob,

A Coonhound

JimBob was a magician. He could do the most unbelievable things. In fact, as I begin to tell you about them, I can’t be sure you’ll believe me. He was a true renegade, a gypsy, a clever, consummate thief, and powerful. He was a Tennessee Black and Tan Coonhound. I rescued him from the 23 Freeway near Fillmore, California, just as he was staggering across a narrow bridge. Fearing that oncoming traffic would hit him, I swung my car across both lanes, stopping any traffic while I would coax him into the car. He needed no coaxing, but jumped in back with two of my colleagues, neither of whom particularly liked dogs, especially big, funny looking dogs with very long ears.

The first car to come along was a sheriff. The Deputy explained that coonhounds were used for hunting in the Fillmore area. He theorized that JimBob had been out hunting when the recent big fires started and he was separated from his owners, leaving him to fend for himself.

He looked like he was starving so I drove to the nearest Big Mac and got three one pounders for him and a big cup of water. The water came first as he tanked up and then inhaled the burgers, looking at me for more. Now what to do with him? Well, I did what I always do when I find a stray dog: I take them home. I have actually been accused of dog-napping and on some occasions have probably been guilty. Now the big question was: How would Petite Chou, my adorable eight-pound toy poodle take to him? And how would he take to her?

Most hunters usually keep their dogs in the barn or a kennel. But if JimBob was kept in a barn, that barn had a sofa because he walked into our house and immediately jumped on the sofa, a good spot for surveying his new domain. For Petite Chou, it was love at first sight while he regarded her as a little insignificant sister. At every opportunity, she would stand beneath him and gaze adoringly at his underside. One could only guess at what she was thinking, or wishfully thinking. Life with coonhound was progressing peacefully until we heard this loud, weird sound ---ooouuuuuahhhh! Oooouuuuahhhh! Spooky! Our first introduction to a coonhound’s baying was provoked by the invasion of a squirrel in the yard. From then on we were repeatedly treated to this special song and although initially it caused goosebumps, we eventually became very fond of it. Our guests were entertained, if surprised, in the middle of a party to suddenly be treated to the coonhound’s baying performance.

We next learned that he didn’t have any manners. I put two New York steaks in the broiler when the doorbell rang. When I came back, the steaks were gone. Another time, a big butterflied lamb was removed from the grill and set on the table to cool. Suddenly one of the guests said, What does JimBob have? as he was pawing at something on the ground. It was our roast! After stealthily stealing it from the table, he found it too hot to eat, so cleverly was rolling it around in the dirt to cool. Immediately, I saw myself running out to the market to get something for our guests to eat. But Jack rushed in, retrieved the roast and after a thorough rinsing, we were able to salvage it and serve our guests. They were good sports about it. Then we learned